| Is there anything more
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| I can do for you
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| Should my hair be red
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| Or shall it be blue
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| Is there anything more
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| I can do for you
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| Shall I let the green grass
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| Turn black for you
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| Is there something more
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| You want me to do
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| Shall I hand up
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| All of my secrets to you
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| Maybe then you’ll see me too
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| Is there something more
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You got me on my knees
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| Saying please are you a tease
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| You change locks so I change keys
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| Giving always, giving how ya living it’s a drain
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| Hard to see the light as anything but a train
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| Is passion out of fashion
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| Am I on the wrong track
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| Hard for me to take
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| But can you tell what I lack
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| Been the early bird but I gets no worm
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| Treat me like a germ
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| But I still stand firm
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| Chasing am I
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| Wasting all my time on the cause
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| Do you want a break
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| Or do you need a pause
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| Never knew no one like you
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| That is never impressed
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| Is it how I’m dressed, huh
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| Or am I just a pest
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| I think you bend me
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| Just to see if I will break
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| Evasion from the case
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| Just to see what I will take
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| Lead me, lead me on
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| Because you know I wanna swing
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| Question that I’m pressing
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| Is there anything
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| Is there anything more
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| I can do for you
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| Should my hair be red
|
| Or shall it be blue
|
| Is there anything more
|
| I can do for you
|
| Shall I let the green grass
|
| Turn black for you
|
| Is there something more
|
| You want me to do
|
| Shall I hand up
|
| All of my secrets to you
|
| Maybe then you’ll see me too
|
| Is there something more
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Wanting what you flaunting
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| Can’t blame me for my thirst
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| Betcha got a bubble baby
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| Begging to be burst
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| Hopin' while I’m scoping
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| Dirty mind is in effect
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| Rigorous and vigorous
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| How you turn my neck
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| Heated now I’m hotter
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| For your hips, put me on
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| Sweat ya in the eve
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| Sweat ya in the morn
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| Yearning, yeah, I’m yearning
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| Got an itch, need a scratch
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| Money I can make
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| But it’s hard to make a match
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| Craving what you’re saying
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| Waiting for your will to cave in
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| Read me like a book
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| I’m misbehaving
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| Tell me what you need
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| And your need I’ll try to feed
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| Hear me as I beg
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| Hear me as I plead
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| Runaway, run all day
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| But you can’t hide
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| I see you’re fighting feelings
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| That you feel inside
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| Tell me what you want
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| And I’ll tell you what I’ll bring
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| The question from the King
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| Is there anything
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| Is there anything more
|
| I can do for you
|
| Should my hair be red
|
| Or shall it be blue
|
| Is there anything more
|
| I can do for you
|
| Shall I let the green grass
|
| Turn black for you
|
| Is there something more
|
| You want me to do
|
| Shall I hand up
|
| All of my secrets to you
|
| Maybe then you’ll see me too
|
| Is there something more
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Is there anything more
|
| I can do for you
|
| Should my hair be red
|
| Or shall it be blue
|
| Is there anything more
|
| I can do for you
|
| Shall I let the green grass
|
| Turn black for you
|
| Is there something more
|
| You want me to do
|
| Shall I hand up
|
| All of my secrets to you
|
| Maybe then you’ll see me too
|
| Is there something more
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |